Fighting a Demon For my Soul

This story takes place when I was 11 or 12 years old, it’s hard to be certain; I am 20 years old now. I am not very religious and if you knew me in person, you would know me as a rational, intelligent person. That being said, here we go.

I was enjoying a normal dream, I can’t remember what I was dreaming of but at some point my subconscious abruptly shifted into a nightmare. I remember that was strange, I can usually tell when I will have a nightmare as I can feel a fear growing inside and pretty much know it’s my own unrest and anxiety that provokes the nightmare itself. This time was different.

In my dream I took on a first person view of my surroundings, I was standing on concrete, cracks and potholes littering its surface. Around me a sea of black threatened to engulf the island of concrete I was standing on.

My view changed to a third person perspective where I could no longer see myself but rather a gigantic muscular demon who now stood (at what I could tell) on the other side of the concrete island. It felt very much that we were going to engage in some sort of fight and I felt almost eager to match myself against this thing. A battle of wills started.

At first I was holding my own against this monster but inexorably it pushed on me and I could feel my mentality and spirit weaken. Once I realized I couldn’t win against it I was terrified. I knew that if I gave up I would be consumed, not in the dream but that only damnation awaited me and I would never wake up. In desperation I started reciting “Our Father” out loud to this monster. I felt electrified. An incredible feeling of power and complete bliss devoid of any fear filled me. I pushed back against the Demon crushing it utterly and completely. Then I woke up.

I lay in my bed with the covers over my head letting my warm breath heat my cloth cocoon. I lay there, fully awake for a good ten minutes contemplating my dream when I felt a crushing weight cover my body and press me into the mattress. I couldn’t breathe and was terrified. I instinctively knew this was related to the dream I had. Then the Demon from my nightmare whispered in my ear in a slow menacing voice, “God is dead…”

After that the weight I felt lifted off my body I was in shock over experiencing this event while awake as I had at first reasoned to myself it was only a dream. I try to stay logical about this, it could have been just a bad dream, sleep paralysis, and the over active imagination of a young boy. What I lean to though; that I fought a Demon for my soul.

I’m writing this because no one really believes me when I tell them this story. I’m interested to see if anyone has any insight or similar experience to this event.